Pile of Shorts - 750 Word Project

I would like to express my thanks to my editor RF Fast who helped me produce this story. It was written for the 2026, 750 Word Challenge, details of which can be found in LITEROTICA NEWS on the landing page.

Below the **** line is exactly 750 words.

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There is always a degree of nervousness when you do something for the first time. Knowing what I was doing would be judged to be wrong, it increased my nervousness to the point I was almost wetting myself.

I guess I should explain. My name is Jenny Roberts, and I have been 'happily' married to a lovely man for ten years. I have a nice house, a good standard of living and it would be fair to say I want for nothing. However, there was always a nagging voice in the back of my brain, "I wonder..."

I first talked to 'her' online, and we chatted about many things but primarily about sex. She told me she was a lesbian and whilst she didn't hate men, she had little to do with them sexually. I admitted to her that all my life I had been 'straight'. It's not that I had anything against men it was just that I wanted to experience something I nearly did at college when I was 18 but chickened out. I wanted to know how it felt to be with another woman.

I will admit that our conversations often became erotic and I would touch myself as she described what she would do with me given the chance. I thought it would remain a fantasy until one day she told me she was staying in a hotel a few miles from where I lived and was eager to meet. We chatted more and in a moment of madness crossed with lust, I agreed to meet her at her hotel.

I glanced at my phone and saw she was now a minute late. A whole minute, maybe she wasn't coming, perhaps it was all a joke. Was she going to be some hairy male plumber and the picture she had sent me, was something they had lifted from the internet. I could feel my heart pounding as my phone buzzed with a WhatsApp message from her. The message was a picture of a woman lying on a bed virtually naked and the caption read 'room 438'. The face was the same as the one she had sent me a few weeks before, but so many things can be faked these days.

In the lift I tried to decide that if it was a man, whether to kick him in the balls or run screaming down the corridor. Taking a deep breath, I knocked on the door, and it opened a fraction to show a pair of stunning blue eyes.

"Jenny?"

The eyes and voice told this was no man and I nodded breathlessly.

She opened the door, standing naked before me, fear etched on her face as she said quietly, "I have to tell you the truth." I nodded, wondering what she was going to say or reveal, "I am not the experienced lesbian I told you I was... like you I'm married and this is my first time."

Stepping inside the room I laughed softly, "Then we can learn together."

Together we removed my clothes her hands touching my skin, sending electric shocks through my body. I had touched myself many times in the past imagining it was another woman's hands, but this made my nerves tingle. As we kissed, I tasted the softness of her lips, and our tongues danced the gentle yet frantic dance of lust.

As we fell to the bed we slipped into a game of 'follow the leader'. As she touched my clit, I touched hers. As I caressed a nipple, she caressed mine. There was no pattern, just a flowing of limbs and flesh where every part that passed before our mouths, was kissed, licked or nibbled.

When finally, my face came to rest between her thighs I inhaled the heady scent that filled my nostrils as she showered me with her hot breath. Our tongues touching the other's clit was like a circuit being formed, making electricity flow in a circuit. The licking and probing became more frantic as we searched for nectar like desperate hummingbirds at a flower. Her juices flowed down my throat and her thighs clamped my head, like mine clamped hers, as we both exploded in orgasm.

Afterwards, lying in each other's arms, bathed in the soft afterglow of fantastic sex, I gently brushed a hair away from her face, "Thank you for being my first, and I hope we can do this again."

She giggled, "I was thinking at least once a week."